Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, December 1921 · page 56 of 68
Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #28 — page 56: what you’re looking at
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This page contains a collection of satirical one-liners and brief comic verses typical of 1920s humor magazines. The jokes target common social anxieties and behaviors: **"The Diamond Queen"** mocks wealthy women's vanity—having money but physical flaws. **"The Hootch Hound's Lament"** references Prohibition-era drinking culture, joking that staying sober is harder than staying drunk. **Love/housekeeping joke** ridicules young men's romantic delusions about managing independent domestic life. **"St. Paul Blues"** appears to be a folk-style blues verse about dying, with suggestive undertones about "the girls." **The garter joke** is sexual innuendo—a double entendre about a garter's curve as it fits around a leg during intimate moments. **The final joke** plays on "bored" (annoyed) versus "pierced" (literally punctured), suggesting women endure tedious conversation from uninteresting men. These reflect 1920s attitudes toward gender, drinking, and courtship with casual irreverence.
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54 Captain Billy's Whiz Bang The Diamond Queen Now on one hand she has an immense fortune and on the other hand she has warts. * * * When a girl casts her bread upon the waters, she expects it to come back in the shape of a wedding cake. * * * One of the season's popular football rooters' song is that old familiar ballad "After the Ball." * * * The Hootch Hound's Lament It's easy to stay two-thirds pickled all day, Get drunk and sleep out in the yard, But to put in a night without one drink in sight; It's the getting back sober that's hard. * * * Love is a hallucination that makes an other-wise sane man believe he can set up house-keeping on a gas stove and a canary bird. * * * St. Paul Blues When I'm dead bury me deep, Bury me in the middle of St. Peter street; Put my hands across my chest And tell the girls I've gone to rest. * * * “What a curve,” said the garter, as it came around the last stretch. * * * Many a girl who never had her ears pierced has frequently had them bored.